Stormcloaks Or Imperials Novels & Stories

The vaulted, shadowed ceiling high above us seemed to violently shatter. The Emperor's elite, personal executioners, the Crimson Guard, rained like armored rain. They wore heavy articulated armor made of obsidian laced with glowing crimson runes and wore featureless iron masks on their faces. They did not have blood-magic whips, but they had huge, jagged broad swords that were built to cut a Lycan in half. "Form the perimeter!" Kaelen roared, and his midnight black tailored suit tore at its seams, as his divine starlight violently erupted.

Then, a deadly stampede began. A rush of terror hit Kayla as she looked around, terrified by the stampede but clueless about what was happening. Kayla swung her head to the right and her eyes met them. The people who Irene had seen in her vision. There were thirty combatants, all dressed in black combat uniforms, and black gas masks. Their vermilion-red eyes were visible in the black gas masks they wore. They held guns and black, steely shields with VM as a symbol. Kayla knew who they were. They were V Empire warriors.

Lord Dimitri's maid brought something for his visitor Alpha Aiden, both Lord Dimitri had something to drink also as the two went down to business. "So tell me Lord Dimitri, what can I help you with?", Alpha Aiden questioned politely as he sipped on his drink. Lord Dimitri looked up at Alpha Aiden and answered, "The thing is that, we are having a cold war". Lord Dimitri explained that there was a cold war brewing between his Clan which is known as the Black Fangs and another Clan called the NightStalkers . The Black Fangs were an ancient and respected clan, known for their cunning and strategic prowess. The NightStalkers on the other hand, were also a New Clan that had been known for centurie

Eldin narrowed his eyes and fanned himself with a vague smile. "Really? So do I really look as weak as the ones you care to mention?" The purple-robed hag turned even paler and communicated, "Please, Nineteenth Elder! Stop talking if you want to live!" She was certainly panicking, but for the elder of an Imperion clan, it was only natural that he behaved so self-importantly. Whether it was the Greater Yellowflame or all of Imperia, the Solos stood above the rest, not to mention that they were one of humankind's ten sentinel clans!

Not even if they were people I’d once met. Quickly, I shook my head. Getting sentimental now was absurd given they were only here tonight specifically looking to cut me down for being a ‘devil’. Merely my birth and existence were enough evidence for them to want my head. I shouldn’t grant them any leniency. And so I moved from rooftop to rooftop, focusing on the task at hand instead. Scouring every alley carefully for even the slightest sign of them. …A sign that I did eventually find. Cloaks caught my attention first, the attire standing out amongst typical modern fashion you’d find in Lockdale. These were the same cloaks I’d seen warriors of Ashwood wear in the past, it apparently being op

she cackles. "I am an imperial wolf," I scream at the former Luna. "No, you are a mistake! Imperial hybrids are to be bred with other imperial hybrids. You are filth, and that baby is too. The only thing going for that baby is the fact it came from a bloodline of vampire hybrids that can transform into a vampire at will. Don't you get it, Luna? Your baby is a threat and a weapon to the imperials. They will not rest until she is dead, or they will use her to destroy everything they fear, even you and your Alpha, " she cackles.

Those guys have different base colors on their cloak, there are black, red, blue, green, yellow, and white with the black circles on it (the common base color has the white circles on it. “We have sent our troops to every spot of this country.” The yellow cloak reported. “They’re on the move to build their very territories.” He added. “I just received a report that Taye, Who occupies Bandung has been killed tonight.” The blue cloak said. “Who the hell killed him?! An elite member like him can”t be killed so easily!” The red cloak added. “Well it”s true, but still, he”s not so strong. So what”s the deal?” The green cloak added underestimating Taye.

At the far end of the red defile, the imperial vanguard appeared. Three hundred Silvermark shock troops marched in a dense, rectangular column. They were encased in black-lacquered scale armor, their faces hidden behind matching iron masks shaped like snarling wolves. At the front of their formation marched three hulking brutes carrying the Null Anchors, massive pillars of jagged volcanic glass mounted on iron staves, glowing with a sickening, internal violet heat that melted the slush beneath their boots. And riding at the head of the imperial host on a tall, gray courser was my father.

A wall of black shadow erupted behind us, catching a volley of iron-tipped ballista bolts mid-air and shattering them into splinters. Emerging from the fog at the edge of the clearing was the Imperial Vanguard—a full battalion of two hundred heavily armored iron-clads, flanked by four mounted siege engines. At their head rode General Kaelen himself, draped in silver plate armor adorned with the crest of the Royal Court. "Commander Vane was a fool, but he bought us enough time," Kaelen shouted, his voice amplified by Imperial magic. "Crossbows! Open fire! Tear the Alpha and the girl apart before the ritual completes!"

As I gazed at the sea of crimson cloaks, a memory from the past knocked at the back of my head. Shit. I knew these uniforms! Hazy memories from ten years ago came flashing in my mind. The rogue enclave from ten years ago, the ones who painted the Outworld in blood wore the same clothes before! They had worn the same crimson capes when they brought ruin to our communities. When they killed, burned, and tore through packs like savages. For years, I had cursed them. And now, I was standing in from of them as their latest victim. Dan it.